I see him every morning on the 7.15. He doesn't know my name yet. But he will.
He boards the train, same carriage, same seat, same half-smile he gives the woman by the doors. I know his stop, his coffee, the podcast playing through his earbuds. He has no idea I exist.
Then I see the post. Shared over a million times, his face right there on my screen -- searching for a woman on the 7.15.
So, I reply. And when we meet, it's everything I always knew it would be. Oliver is kind, funny, attentive. He tells me I'm exactly who he was hoping to find.
At first, everything is perfect. More than perfect.
But perfect doesn't last. And as things start to slip, I know Oliver's been hiding something -- but then, so have I...
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